Here's the start of part 2. I hope you all enjoy it.

It was crazy in the streets of Paris. Nasuti's taxi had a hard time trying to get her to her hotel. Everyone in the streets were still celebrating France's win from the night before in the FIFA World Cup. The twenty-eight year old couldn't help but feel the joy with them.

"Did you come for the game?" the taxi driver asked.

"No, I'm here for a meeting." She replied.

"Ah, what a do you do?"

"I'm a history professor in Sendai, Japan."

"You married?"

"I am."

"Any children?"

"One on the way." She smiled.

"Congrats then." The driver smiled, "They are a handful. I have two in their teens and they caused me all the gray hair."

Hearing her stomach growl, Nasuti instead asked for the closest place to eat at the time. The driver pointed out a place on the right. Tipping him, she left. Walking in, she noticed that it was a café but with pictures of another country in it. She assumed it was German, but being in Europe she couldn't assume anything. The place itself wasn't busy.

"Hello?" she called out.

"One moment." She heard from the back.

A red headed man with a short trimmed moustache and some hair on his chin, walked out. The two stared at each other for a bit before Nasuti laughed.

"Shin, it is so good to see you. I didn't expect you to be still in France."

"I haven't found a reason to leave yet." He smiled, "What are you doing here?"

"Explaining to NATO again why the armors are not bad. They're throwing a fit about what happened in Los Angeles."

"What did Touma do?"

"The genius took his children flying. They still can't identify who you all are yet, but they keep calling me every time something with the armors happens. I have to fly to New York in a couple of days to speak at the UN Assembly." She paused to look at a menu, "Hmm, I don't suppose you could make something easy on the stomach?"

"Nasuti, for you, I'll make anything." He grinned, "Are you sick?"

"Pregnant."

"Oh, well that makes sense. Congrats."

Minutes later, he came out with a plate of bread, chicken broth, and a bowl of cut fruit. It wasn't anything special, but Nasuti didn't complain. Shin told her that he paid for it as a treat.

"So," she started after finishing, "What's new for you?"

"Nothing really."

"No girlfriend?"

"No. I just work and get yelled at for jumping into the Seine. I do have an interesting neighbor. She is always reading or carrying books and seems to like to follow me. Oh, well, Ryo fell down the stairway when he was here."

"Was that why he didn't play?"

"Yeah, he was pretty mad, but I was able to see the games close up as he was able to get me into restricted areas."

They continued to talk until another customer walked in. Shin excused himself to help him. Watching him, Nasuti picked up that he looked relaxed again. He didn't have the muscular look he had while he was in the Maritime Agency.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a crash.

"Ach, scheisse. Wo ist meine Brille?" she heard from the back.

She guessed it was the owner. The man was round and older and she thought he looked like Doc from the old Snow White cartoon. He came out to ask Shin, who then lifted a book near the register, and brought him his glasses.

When the customer was satisfied and a bit frightened, Shin came back to her table.

"Sorry about that. Mr. Becker is really a nice man. He's just losing his mind." Shin smiled, "His wife is easier to deal with."

"That's alright." She looked at her watch, "I should go. I have a hotel reservation that I need to meet. Maybe we can get together later?"

Shin nodded, and wrote a number down, "I'll be done at five."

"If I'm awake, I'll call." She said standing.

At his apartment door, Shin watched his neighbor, Michelle walk by. She looked like she was in a hurry. The brunette quickly unlocked the door, walked in and slammed it shut. Shin could only shake his head. Throwing his tie and brown vest on his bed, he went into the living room. As he settled down on the hard chair, he heard his phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Shin, it's Nasuti ."

"Hey. What's up?"

"Do you still want to do dinner?"

"Yeah, I'll pick you up. What hotel at you at?"

Minutes later, Shin showed up on his moped. He received a look from Nasuti, even though she took the helmet he offered. It was a short ride to the restaurant. Nasuti noticed that Shin sat facing the door. He sighed as a woman walked in.

"There she is." Shin said quietly.

"That Michelle woman?"

"On time like always."

"I think she likes you."

"No, she stalks me. It's creepy. If she liked me, she's actually talk to me when I say 'hi.'" He sounded annoyed, but changed the subject, "How far along are you?"

"Four months." She said, "Seiji thinks we'll have a girl to torment him more."

"Yayoi would love that."

"She would."

She heard him sigh after mentioning Yayoi. The two decided to break off their relationship, even though they didn't really want to end it. Yayoi was now engaged, and Shin looked a bit pained about it.

"So was the cooking school everything you wanted it to be?" Nasuti asked.

"It was. The two years flew by, and then I had to do a year of internship."

"How was that?"

"I think that my German has gotten better. Mrs. Becker won't let me leave." Shin laughed, "She always tells me that I remind her of her son, and that I should stay in France and marry her daughter."

"Ooh, is she pretty?"

"Gabby's not bad looking. If I was a man who picked women for their looks, oh boy, I'd be a winner. She's nice, and I get along with her brother Martin fairly well." Shin frowned, "She just doesn't see herself leaving Europe."

"That's sad, but you don't seem to be leaving anytime soon either."

"True. You know how I said that being in the Maritime Agency would keep me single?"

She nodded, remembering the day very well.

"Well, I think cooking has done that too." Shin sighed, "Shu married that Korean woman, and Ryo gets run over by women all the time that he has to keep Byauken near him to scare them off. I get a stalker. And an unfriendly one at that."

"I guess a stalker is a start." She tried not to laugh.

"Shu told me that I should marry his sister and take their name since I'm not really a Mori, and that we'd open a restaurant together. He wanted to call it 'Shu and Shin Rei Fuan's House of Food.'"

"What did you say?"

"It made us sound like a fat, gay couple."

"Shin, that's not nice." She was now laughing out loud.

"He later agreed with me."

After receiving their food, Nasuti noticed that Shin's stalker seemed to be writing things down.

"What is she doing now?"

"Writing."

"Of course."

"That's normal? Have you talked to someone about it?"

"No. The police ignore me when I call."

"Hmm, well, the food would be good, but my taste buds have been off."

Shin looked up at her, "Do you want something else?"

"No, I'll be fine."

"Seiji would hate me if I let you starve." He waved the waiter over so he could pay, "I'll bring you to my place and make you something."

"Shin, you don't have to."

He gave her a smile, "It's fine, I don't mind."

Serving in between traffic, Nasuti held onto his waist to the point where he had to stop to let her settle down. When she was ready, they took off again. Walking into his apartment, she instantly noticed the lack of furniture. He had two chairs and a plastic container for his table. There was a wooden desk that his TV and phone sat on. Over the TV were an Austin Powers poster and an autographed football shirt from the Japanese National Team.

"Sorry, it's not much." Shin said, a bit embarrassed after seeing her look, "The rest of the place is a bit better."

Shin heard another door shut and sighed. Nasuti guessed that his stalker came home.

"You should confront her if she bothers you so much."

"Martin and I used to shake the bed up against the wall every night to mess with her. She wouldn't look at me for a month until I actually brought Gabby over." Shin laughed, "I hoped that she would leave."

"She can hear through the walls?"

"I sometimes hear her friends when I'm trying to sleep."

Nasuti shook her head.

Later during the night, Shin moved her to his bed. She had fallen asleep as they were watching a movie. Shin had grabbed an extra blanket and pillow and crashed in the living room.

Nasuti woke up to the smell of food and the sounds of guitars playing. Walking out of the bedroom, she noticed that there was a man and woman in the apartment. They looked related, and later Shin confirmed that they were the twins, Martin and Gabriella. She thought it was funny though, while the twins looked like siblings, Shin and Martin looked like they could be too. Both had the same short red hair. Martin had more of a rounded face and didn't dress nearly as nice as Shin did.

"No, this key." Martin speaking broke Nasuti out of her dazed thoughts.

"Breakfast?" Gabby asked.

"Yes please. Do you all usually do this in the morning?"

Gabby turned, before looking back at her, "Yes. They've done this since their university days. I've only started a year ago. It's a nice change before work."

"It is."

"So, are you one of Shin's friends from Japan?"

"Yes, I've been living in Japan for a few years, but Bordeaux is actually home."

"Ah, I was beginning to wonder. Shin still has an accent."

"Hey." They heard him yell, "You said I sounded pretty good."

"You are too English." Gabby turned to Nasuti, "Once he gets the wine into him, he sounds like a Frenchman."

Nasuti laughed, "Oh, I should go. I have a meeting to go to. It was nice meeting you both."

The NATO meeting was stressful. She had a hard time trying to not lose her patience with everyone in the room. Some of the ambassadors were suggesting that there be warrant out for the five armored men, and some wanted to use them as determents against other countries. Nasuti kept reminding them that the armors were not weapons to use against their enemies, but she was shot down every time.

Walking out of the room, someone caught her eye. Sitting near the French representative was Shin's stalker Michelle. Apparently Michelle saw her too, because it became a game of cornering Nasuti. It didn't take long to herd her into another teammate.

"Howdy, Mrs. Date. Can we talk?" the big man with a handlebar moustache spoke. He was not from France as he had a heavy American accent.

"And you are?"

"I'll explain later. It will only be a minute of your time." The man said.

She was forcefully escorted away.